This is a song about "I m a boss"

Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Intendent attend them, cool cause

I'm am the guy that's a big ol' boss

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I'll meet you in the sky

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

Look, just remember how that winning taste

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

But i'm just big enough for you to call me a boss

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars